ONE DOWN, TWO TO GO
We were taking a post-lunch siesta when I happened to notice a voicemail coming in on my silenced phone. It was Ann, my 84 - year - old walking partner, telling us – with urgency in her fine British voice - to go to the local posto de sa รบ de (community health clinic). “They’re vaccinati ng!” she said. I called her back, and by then she'd just gotten her shot, as had another 81-year-old friend . According to an official schedule they were vaccinating people in the upper 90s that day, but Ann insisted they'd vaccinate anybody over 80 – Oswaldo’s age. We lurched out of bed, put on our shoes, and ran flustered back and forth getting our documents and vaccination certificates. By then Victor was waiting with the car - leaving Ana to deal with the arriving dog-trainer - and he drop ped us at the ‘ posto’ g...